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The raptor dad's shadow appeared shortly after he did, as she seemed in quite persistent about keeping tabs on Alpha. His long disappearance and reappearance did confuse her a bit, but she adapted. Part of that adaptation, it seemed, was to simply follow Owen around - except for the times she spent hunting and dealing with her own mini-adventures. Still, as she comes closer, her upper lip curls back as she smelled Washington and spots him in the center of the growing crowd of mammals.
Though she long since forgot about the scar on her face, she remembers their brawl. His shiny human armor gives her another reason to hate him, as it gleams in the sunlight like a beacon. "Threat!" she babbled, an angry hiss flowing from between her teeth after she spoke. If she were alone - or just with one of her lower-ranking sisters - Delta would have jumped to attack the sabertoothed cat once more. She felt fairly confident she could take him out; she learned about his armor and his surprising flexibility from their last fight. But, she isn't alone, and she isn't even the highest ranking raptor in the pack right now.
Sickle claws tapping on the ground, she shifts her weight as she turns her head to stare at Alpha. "Kill threat?!" she babbles, an additional throaty element to her voice that implies rage. She asked this more as a courtesy than as a real question - she wants to take down this threat, and it feels stupid to waste much time thinking about it.
Though she long since forgot about the scar on her face, she remembers their brawl. His shiny human armor gives her another reason to hate him, as it gleams in the sunlight like a beacon. "Threat!" she babbled, an angry hiss flowing from between her teeth after she spoke. If she were alone - or just with one of her lower-ranking sisters - Delta would have jumped to attack the sabertoothed cat once more. She felt fairly confident she could take him out; she learned about his armor and his surprising flexibility from their last fight. But, she isn't alone, and she isn't even the highest ranking raptor in the pack right now.
Sickle claws tapping on the ground, she shifts her weight as she turns her head to stare at Alpha. "Kill threat?!" she babbles, an additional throaty element to her voice that implies rage. She asked this more as a courtesy than as a real question - she wants to take down this threat, and it feels stupid to waste much time thinking about it.